Pitch is kind of a dick okay

[shepherdofthefrost]

Who: Mostly Joe West but if your character has an excuse to be around I don't even care join the party LET'S BE FRIENDS
What: Jack Frost is a strong independent frost spirit don't need no nurse a.k.a. he has a bump on his head and a detention slip in his pocket and is being a pissy baby about it by trying not to tell anybody
When: Backdated to opening day, but later in the evening
Where: Joe West dormitory. Catch him in the bathrooms, or sneaking around the halls, or later possibly in room 603
Warnings: Rose says to be sure your character was ICly at the academy if you post here since the log is backdated. Also a wee bit of blood and one small-ish bruise is involved.

Nurse? Psh, Jack didn't need to see a nurse. Except maybe for his wounded pride.

He reached up, tentatively pressing a finger to the bruise on his right temple, and saw himself wince in the mirror in front of him. Yeah, definitely tender. If anybody looked close enough, the purple mark stood out vaguely in the shape of a delicate (Nightmare's) hoof, and there were at least a few spots where the skin had broken and oozed blood, though by now it had mostly dried.

He didn't actually intend for anybody to look close enough, though. He'd just as soon let it heal and not have people asking questions about what in the hell he'd done to get that on the first day.

Irritated - maybe with himself, or maybe with the turn of events that had somehow placed the Boogeyman at the school as well - he crumpled up the pink slip of paper in his hand and stuffed it in his pocket. He didn't want to think about it right now. Instead he sat down on the edge of the bathroom sink with a washcloth and tried - emphasis on tried - to clean the cuts off a little with warm water.

That stung too much, though, and would eventually frustrate him enough to give up, at which point he'd pull his hood tight over his head and duck out of the bathroom into the hall, trying his best to go unnoticed for once and make his way to his room.

Screw it, it'll heal itself.

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[allucinator]

"Sure," he replied easily, because that was more productive than telling the truth (which was that Frost was already far too much fun to annoy for Jack to ever leave him alone) (at least until he found someone more interesting). "And you know, you don't have to act like you're doin' me a favor. I'm the one checkin' you out, not vice-versa."

[shepherdofthefrost]

Jack saw an opportunity. He took it.

"Uh, yeah, I'm pretty sure letting you 'check me out'-" and he makes tiny finger quotes, to emphasize the most awkward portion of that sentence, "-is doing you all kinds of favors, now that you mention it, so maybe I'll keep acting like it if I want."

If that doesn't get rid of him, Jack's really in trouble. He pulls back his hood, bruise and little cuts and everything becoming visible in the hall light (and he winces just slightly as his fingers brush across his temple, a little too close).

"So go ahead, check me out. And maybe work a little bit on your phrasing while you're at it."

[allucinator]

What. Jack frowns at the other man, confusion and a little bit of irritation passing across his face. "What the hell-- what are you talkin' about? Are you tryin' to insult me?" The implications of the sentence don't even register, not really; Frost's not a girl, after all.

With a roll of his eyes he yanks out his handkerchief, jerks his head, and heads back toward the bathroom. "Come on, idiot."

[shepherdofthefrost]

"I'm not insulting you, I'm complimenting me," he says, singsong, brushing past Kelly with a hop and a skip and a (definitely as irritating as possible) little hum to go with it. "Just remember, eyes up here and all that."

He ducks back through the bathroom door just ahead and promptly seats himself cross-legged on the edge of the bathroom sink, his staff laid across his lap - mostly because that seems like the easiest place for him to sit. "Now can we get this over with? I know you're super eager and all, but I got places to be."

[allucinator]

--oh. Oh. Oh, wow. That was his game? Or perhaps not game, Jack thought, his stomach twisting a little-- but no, the way he was overplaying it meant it had to be a game. Right? God, he hoped so; he didn't want to have to go into a bathroom with someone that weird.

"If you think I'm that sorta pervert, buddy, you got another thin' comin'," he remarked, wetting the handkerchief. "Believe me, if you ain't got a nice set on your chest, I ain't interested. Now, what we gotta ask ourselves is--" he knelt in front of Frost, one eyebrow raised. "What kinda guy jumps to those sorts o' conclusions in the first place?"

[shepherdofthefrost]

It occurred to Jack that maybe he hadn't thought this through that well. So now he had two options - give up the charade that he hadn't really meant as a charade in the first place, or let it go and have Kelly spreading scandalous rumors about him around the school. Forever.

"...The kind of guy who's joking," he replied, deciding after a moment to take the lesser of two evils. He laughed nervously, eyes following Kelly as he knelt in front of him with the handkerchief. "You know. Jokes? Ever heard one? You were trying to get on my last nerve so I decided to get on yours. That's all."